It was a beautiful day with rain in the forecast.  It was going to be an exciting day too, and I knew it.  Tonight was Eagle Extravaganza.  Eagle Extravaganza. The night when you take pictures with you friends, bid in the silent auction, and see your teachers when they’re not actually teaching.  This was for sure one of the biggest and most anxiety triggering nights of the school year.  It was also one of my personal favorites.  
As I was in a great mood throughout the morning, recess came along.  At recess I played kickball every single day since the 2nd day of school.  It was my favorite.  Sometimes there was a massive group of people, and other times there was only a couple people.  Let’s just say that on those days there were a lot of ghost runners.  Either way, I played every day and I never got tired of it.  With rain in the forecast, recess was cut short, but it was cut extra sort for me.  
I felt a drop, then another, and another.  Before I knew it, it was pouring rain.  Some kids laughed, while others screamed, while I pretended that nothing was happening.  It was exciting to play in the rain.  Wiping your drenched face off while splashing in puddles that only made you more soaked- now that was the life. 
We never heard a whistle, so we decided to continue playing.  It was my turn to kick.  Finally! This was the best part.  The opposing team rolled the ball.  I got ready to kick. It came closer and closer.  My foot got ready to completely pound the ball.  I did my approach.  Finally, the ball met my foot, and went flying.  I thought that the opposing team would never get it, but somehow their team was swift and got the ball seconds after I kicked it.  I sprinted to 1st base, then to second.  While questioning my future actions I decided to take the risk to sprint to 3rd base. Meanwhile while I was trudging, it started raining cats and dogs.  
 The rain was blowing through my face and I could barely see.  Still, no whistle, I continued playing.  I was two steps away from the base.  Come on, just one more step.  I freaked out, the whistle blew, my foot landed wrong.  I was headed for the ground.  It was almost as if the world was getting closer and closer.  First, it was my hands that slammed the ground.  After that, my face. I didn’t want to hit my face though, I had to take pictures.  So, I looked up.  Now, my chin was the one headed for the ground.  It eventually made contact and I already knew it was going to be a disaster.  This could be the worst bruise that I’ve ever had in my life, or even more terrifying, it could start bleeding!   
As I got up, I immediately went go to feel my chin.  My hands were already scraped up, but they’ve taken plenty of pain before.  As I removed my hand, I looked around and realized that people were staring- everyone was looking.  Some looked away, while others ran towards me to help me up.  I tried to hold back the tears but couldn’t.  Even if the rain had stopped, my face would still be drenched because of how much I sobbed.  People crowded around me, and my claustrophobic self got even more petrified of what was going to happen next.  “Teacher! Teacher!” they called.  Finally, adults ran over to come help me, and the children backed away, curious about what was going to happen next.  One teacher in particular took the lead and rushed me to the nurse.  All of a sudden the tears just stopped, and instead, the adrenaline kicked in.  Everything flashed before my eyes, it all just happened so quickly. I was confused, yet still knew everything that happened in that 30 seconds of terror. 
The nurse took one look at me and already knew that I needed stiches.  She just didn’t have the bravery to tell a little 4th grader that I needed major help. In the meantime, she just put a Band-Aid on it.  I called my mom on her phone.  She didn’t answer within the first couple of rings, and my anxiety kicked in.  Finally, I heard her voice.  “Hello?” she said.  I told her about everything that happened.  After that, I handed the phone to the nurse.  I just had to stay tough for a couple more minutes until she came to pick me up.  I noticed that the nurse whispered something in the phone.  That’s when I came to the conclusion that this injury was atrocious. 
Before I knew it, my mom was in the room.  Her and the nurse started talking about some boring adult stuff that I didn’t want to hear, but still had to listen to since it was about my health.  They talked about exactly what I should do.  The nurse said that I needed to glue my wound back together, but my family has heard countless stories about the wounds later coming undone.  We decided that I would need stiches. 
I had never had stiches before, so I didn’t know at all what was going on.  Surprisingly, it didn’t hurt at all.  The doctor was very kind, and pretty hilarious too.  They put a numbing substance on the wound and got to work.  The “operation” was over before I knew it, and I still had plenty of time to go to Eagle Extravaganza.  When I showed up, everyone was surprised.  People who had barely ever talked to me came up and asked questions.  I got many stares throughout the night, but in the end, at least I have a pretty interesting story to tell.